and consequently despise the tattling of
Inferiours.

_Col._ Ha! what pert Fellow's this, that whisks it along in a Silk-Drugget
Suit, with the empty Air of a Fop Mercer, or a Judge's Train-bearer?

Sir _Har._ Oh! 'Tis young _Nicknack_, a Beau Merchant, his Father dy'd
lately, and left him considerably in Money, he has been bred to business,
with a Liberty of Pleasure, a little vain and affected as most young
Fellows are; but his Foppery is rather pretty and diverting than tiresome
and impertinent. For his Father obliging him still to live in the City,
and follow Business, he has turn'd Commerce into a Jest, and calls
himself, The Ladies Merchant; for he imports nothing but Squirrels,
Lap-dogs and _Guinea piggs_ to insnare the Women.

_Enter_ Nicknack.

_Nick_. Dear Sir _Harry_, I have been twice round the _Park_, in search of
you.

Sir _Har._ Mr. _Nicknack_ pray know the _Collonel_ here; an intimate
Friend o'mine just arriv'd from _Flanders_.

_Nick_. Sir, I kiss your Hands, I am glad to find for the Ladies sake, as
well as your own, you are not the least disabl'd I wou'd give Ten Guineas,
_Collonel_, to see an Engagement, cou'd one be secure from a Cannon
Bullet.

_Col_. Ten Guineas to see an Engagement; wou'd you make a show of
Desolation, and have Men kill one another to divert your Spleen? What
shou'd any one do i'the Field, that's afraid of a Cannon Bullet?

_Nic_. 'Tis not impossible, Sir, in a whole Army, to find a Person as
little dispos'd to swallow a Cannon Bullet as my self; but I shou'd have
this preference to him, as I wou'd avoid fighting, I wou'd ask no Pay.

_Col_. Ha! Wit out of _Cheapside_, I'm afraid City Credit's at a very low
Ebb.

_Nick_. Your Pardon, _Collonel_.----Sir _Harry_, have you seen Lady
_Rodomont_ this Morning? I have News for her will make her Heart caper,
as mine did at the Death of my Father. The _Bawble_ Friggat, Captain
_Gewgaw_ Commander, is just arriv'd laden with Parrots, Parrotkeits,
Monkeys, Mamosets, Leopards, Lowries, _Muscovy_-Ducks, _German_-Geese,
_Danish_-Dormice, _Portugal_-Pigs, _Hannover_-Hens, and all the Rarities
imaginable.

Sir _Har_. You are a happy Man, Mr. _Nicknack_, that have such new ways to
ingage the Ladies; if you succeed in your Addresses to Lady _Rodomont_,
from your good Fortune, all the Beaus will turn Traders, and instead of
Treats, Balls, and Serenades, we shall have Post Nights, Polices of
Insurance, Factors, Agents, and Correspo